Тексты песен «Simon & Garfunkel»

ME AND JULIO DOWN BY THE SCHOOLYARD Mama pajama rolled outta bed, she ran to the police station When the cop found out, he began to shout, "let's start the investigation!" It's against the law, it was against the law...

Mama pyjama rolled outta bed, she ran to the police station When the cop found out, he began to shout, he started the investigation And it's against the law, it was against the law What what mama saw, it was against the...

A Most Peculiar Man -- Simon & Garfunkel ---------------------------------------- He was a most peculiar man That's what Mrs. Reardon says And she should know She lived upstairs from him She said he was a most peculiar...

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo) God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) We'd like to know a...

And here's to you Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know (wo wo wo). God bless you please Mrs. Robinson heaven holds a place for those who pray (hey hey hey hey hey hey). We'd like to know...

We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files We'd like to help you learn to help yourself Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home And here's to you,...

(from the motion picture "The Graduate") We'd like to know A little bit about you For our files. We'd like to help you learn To help yourself. Look around you. All you see Are sympathetic eyes. Stroll around the...

Words & music by Paul Simon 1975 In my little town I grew up believ--ing God keeps His eye on us all And He used to lean upon me As I pledged allegiance to the wall Lord I recall My little town Coming home after...

Old friends, old friends sat on their parkbench like bookends A newspaper blowin' through the grass Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old men Lost in their...

Old friends, Old friends Sat on their park bench Like bookends. A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes On the high shoes Of the old friends. Old friends, Winter companions, The old men Lost in...

Old Friends Old Friends Sat on their park bench like bookends Newspaper blowin' through the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes Of the old friends Old Friends Winter companions the old men Lost in thier...

Why don't we stop fooling ourselves? The game is over, over, over No good times, no bad times There's no times at all Just The New York Times Sitting on the windowsill Near the flowers We might as well be apart...

Why don't we stop fooling ourselves? The game is over, Over, Over. No good times, no bad times, There's no times at all, Just The New York Times, Sitting on the windowsill Near the flowers. We might as well be apart...

The night sets softly With the hush of falling leaves Casting shivering shadows On the houses through the trees And the light from a street lamp Paints a pattern on my wall Like the pieces of a puzzle Or a...

The night sets softly With the hush of falling leaves, Casting shivering shadows On the houses through the trees, And the light from a street lamp Paints a pattern on my wall, Like the pieces of a puzzle Or a child's...

As we marched down to Faneri-o As we marched down to Faneri-o Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove And they called her name pretty Peggy-o Come a-runnin' down the stairs, pretty Peggy-o Come a-runnin'...

As we marched down to Faneri-o As we marched down to Faneri-o Our captain fell n love with a lady like a dove And they called her name, pretty Peggy-o Come a runnin' down the stairs, pretty Peggy-o Come a runnin'...

Soon our fortunes will be made, my darling And we will leave this loathsome little town Silver bells jingling from your black lizard boots, my baby Silver foil to trim your wedding gown It's true the tools of love wear...

Wish I was a Kellogg's Cornflake Floatin' in my bowl takin' movies Relaxin' a while, livin' in style Talkin' to a raisin who 'casionally plays L.A. Casually glancing at his toupee Wish I was an English muffin...

Wish I was a Kellogg's Cornflake Floatin' in my bowl takin' movies, Relaxin' awhile, livin' in style, Talkin' to a raisin who 'casion'ly plays L.A., Casually glancing at his toupee. Wish I was an English muffin 'Bout...